"When I walked into her hospital room, she felt My Glorious Presence™ — heard My Awe Inspiring Voice™ — and thus had to open her eyes to behold for herself My Wondrously Beauteous Visage™," He all but said to His sickeningly fawning audience pep ralliers.

They ate it up. And clapped.

And cheered. And would've held up and shaken their pom-poms had any been passed out to them by His ever sycophantic staff.

Ready-made Astroturf®. Laid atop the freshly dug graves of victims of still more of His own fellow extremist violent liberal killers(birm).

Of course, the one thing that, yes, they can never allow to go missing is the chorus of uncontrollable boos for any of their unsuspecting political "enemies" who thinks she's arriving at a solemn public memorial, only to instead find herself unwittingly attending what disgustingly descends into another unseemly Øfascist Political Pep Rally®.